“Shane are ya in there?” a raspy voice asked.

He couldn’t hear anything. He was spread across the toilet with his clothes in a pile beside him, balls deep in Jack Anderson, his twenty-something handsome neighbor.

Their moans filled the room, overpowering the knocks. Shane leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Jack reached down to stroke his cock.  

The door continued to knock, but no one answered. “Shane?” 

They kissed each other sensually as they climaxed. It was a hot, slippery mess when Shane pulled it out.

The voice got louder. “Come on Kid, I gotta piss.”

 “I want you to suck me off,” he said in a low tone. 

Jack reached down and licked the fluids. He licked his lips afterwards. 

“Give me more,” Jack said with a groan. 

“Jack Reacher wants it, huh?” 

Jack moved closer and started to grind against him. Shane was in his element. Jack started to jerk him off, and he came some more. He moaned loudly. 

The door started banging. “COME ON SHANE!” 

His heartbeat started to raise as the thumps got even harder, until eventually the door was shaking. “Shane!” 

He pulled back from Jack suddenly. His bodily fluids were in a trail along the floor. Startled, he jumped up. “Quick, hide.”

Jack looked around the bathroom. “There’s nowhere to hide.” 

“Oh shit, shit,” Shane said, realizing that there were no shower curtains, “I dunno then.” He looked up at the window behind him, “And this is jammed too.”

Jack sighed and tried to force it open, but it was no use…

“I knew we should have done it in the spare bedroom,” Shane hissed.

Before they could do anything else, the handle turned. Within a split second, the door swung open.

Antonio marched in with a screwdriver in his hand and a scowl across his face. He walked over to Shane and pulled him up from the floor, then smacked him against the wall.

 “What the hell d’ya think you’re doin’?” Antonio hissed as he tightened his grip around Shane’s neck. Shane tried to loosen his grip, but he couldn’t pry his Tio’s strong, rough hands away. “You’re twenty f**king two, you should know better!”

Shane started to choke, as Jack tried to pull Antonio back from behind.

In the heat of the moment, Antonio let go. He turned around and punched Jack several times before he fell onto the floor. “You too, what the f**k d’ya think you’re doin’ to my damn nephew?”

Shane broke free. He whacked his uncle on the back and kicked his legs, but he was too strong for them both. Shane used all his force to push Antonio back for a second. “I-I can explain.”

Antonio was having none of it. He shoved harder, until he broke through Shane’s barrier to punch him square on the jaw. “Vete.” 

Shane was visibly shaking as he rubbed his wound. “Tio…”

Antonio scowled back. “I don’t give a f**k what you gotta say.” 

In the heat of the moment, an angered Shane punched Antonio on the nose with his other fist and stunned him for a second. He managed to break free, then run down the hallway, but Antonio soon caught up with him. 

He tripped Shane up before he could get to the kitchen, then grabbed him by the arms and trailed him outside for everyone to see. 

“This Maricon was f**king another guy in my bathroom,” Antonio announced, “Take a good look at him, because this is the last time he’ll ever be here.”

Several mothers covered their children’s eyes. People gasped in outrage, and some teenagers shouted slurs at him.

Mariposa.

Faggot.

Abomination. 

His own parents hung their heads at him in shame. They watched as Antonio began to parade him around the garden. Shane tried his hardest to keep a straight face as they passed his relatives. 

His cheeks were beginning to burn, and he felt a lump in the back of his throat. He tried to wriggle himself free, but it was no use. Antonio grasped onto him harder with each step. He could barely breathe, and his eyes were beginning to water. 

By the time they go to the buffet table, Antonio let him go. He kicked him and watched as he fell into a pile on the grass. “Get the hell outta here.” 

Shane propped himself up against the makeshift tablex and got up. He ran towards Antonio and jumped on his back. He grabbed his sides and stuck his nails into him as hard as possible then bit Antonio on the ear. 

Antonio growled and began to fall to the ground. Shane’s grip loosened as Antonio almost fell on top of him. He’d managed to roll away in time. 

When they were on the ground, Antonio spat on him. “You’re a disgrace. Get out of here demon. Never come back, got it?” 

He punched Shane on the chest for a final time as he pushed himself up slowly. Shane lay there in a daze. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t embarrass himself anymore. 

He hoped the ground would just open and swallow him whole.

Not only did his family know what he looked like naked, they’d be talking about this for the next year and a half, at least. Word would spread around the town, and he’d be the local laughingstock. 

The sun’s rays beat down on him. Although it was sunny, it was slightly chilly. The warmth was beginning to subside as the run set over the buildings and the trees.

He could feel a slight chill coming on as tears fell onto his boiling skin.

“Should I help him?” His Mom, Andrea asked as she approached him. “He’s shivering.”

Papa Martin straightened his tie and shook his head. “Let him lay there and learn his lesson.”

Out of all his family members, the only one who bothered to help him was his Abuela, Catalina. She was well into her seventies, needing a walking stick for support.

She frowned as she reached down to hug him. He was surrounded by her warm embrace for a couple of moments.

“I still love you, no matter what,” she whispered, “you’re still grandson.”

He wiped his eyes. “I’m a f**king idiot.”

Catalina shook her head. “You’re very smart. You graduated with your English degree. You’re the first person in our family to graduate.”

She kissed him and helped him up. “You can stay with me if you have to.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled at him. “You’re very welcome.” His face was slightly bloody and swollen. His body felt tender. Catalina looked at him. “I can take a look at you, if you want.”

He rubbed his shoulders. “Later. I need to go and pack my bags. Before they throw my stuff out.”

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Five minutes later, Shane arrived home. He ran upstairs into his bedroom and began pulling clothes out of his drawers after he got dressed into a sweatshirt and some old lounge pants.

He took some books, jewellery, cell phone, wallet, and the rest of his birthday money along with his laptop before walking into the bathroom to collect his toiletries.

By the time he’d gotten downstairs, his family were back home. As he was lugging his backpack towards front door, Martin stood outside the kitchen, shaking his head.

“Get in here,” he instructed.

He followed him over to the table, where Andrea, his two brothers and sister were sitting down. Martin sat down at the top of the table and glared at him.

“What the hell’s wrong with you, Boy?”

He shrugged. “Nothing.”

“You dragged our family name through the shit out there today.”

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t.”

Martin stared at him. “What you did was wrong.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he said as calmly as he could muster.

Martin stared into Shane’s eyes. “It was inappropriate. Don’t act like it wasn’t. You ruined your Tio’s party.”

He let out a soft sigh. “He started the drama. I was minding my own business in the bathroom, and he barged in.”

Andrea looked at him. “You shouldn’t have done it there. You know your Tio only has one bathroom in his house.

Shane folded his arms and scoffed. “So, now you’re blaming me for his faulty plumbing?” He looked over at his younger brother, who was smirking. “And you know that Sergio does it with his girl when we eat dinner.”

Andrea looked at him, concerned. “He does it upstairs in his bedroom, not in public in the middle of a party.”

“I thought you were all anti-sex around here, and against sex before marriage?” Shane asked as he looked around the kitchen. He was tapping his feet against the floor. “That’s hypocritical.”

“They’re practically married, and you know this. Don’t you dare cast up, Boy. What you did was unlawful.”

Shane let out a sigh. “Screw you all. You bunch of cabrones.”

Martin let out a yell and slapped Shane across the face. “Enough.”

He rubbed his cheeks. “You didn’t have to do that. Stop shaming me for who I am.” He tried hard not to tear up again, but his voice started to shake. “No one… attacks you for who you are…”

Andrea frowned as she looked over at him. "M'ijo, please tell me this is a stage." 

He glared. “See what I f**king mean? You’re all under the illusion that I’m deluded… just because I’m different.”

Martin balled up his fists. "I KNEW we shouldn't have sent you to that damn liberal arts college."

He walked towards the door, and turned around to yell: “That had NOTHING to do with it… I am who I am. Screw you all if you can’t accept that… you can all f**k off.”

As he was walking out, Martin stood up and pulled him back. He pinned Shane against the wall and held his fists up at him. "You ain't welcome back into this home until you sort your ass out, got it?"

Andrea stood up and tried to pull Martin back, but he was too strong for her. “Andrea,” he hissed, “step back.”

“Please don’t punch him,” she said as she put her hand on his elbow.

Martin glared at Shane and let him go. “I don’t want to see you around here until then, understand?”

A/N: What did you all think of the first chapter? I know that it was a bit of a brash and heavy introduction, but I hope that you can all see past it and have enjoyed reading it :)